stones
I scheduled a donation truck and left a mountain of things, the remainder of unwanted accumulations from the Gadget years, in front of the garage in the hopes that it would be gone when I returned home. And so it was! I can’t even say how delighted I felt, to pull up to my house and see no trace of the mountain.
Finally, my home, all of it, is mine again. It’s a good feeling.
Closure.
steps
Last night, after a short message transaction, Skills de-friended me on FaceBook. Apparently keeping the friendship channels open isn’t going to work for him. I guess it’s understandable. Regrouping is difficult after being entwined with someone, and it was a lot for me to hope that we could go on with the warmth of friendship. So he cut all ties. I wish him the best.
More closure.
It’s okay.
light
And it’s interesting, in the scheme of things, how events transpire. As though the universe planned it all along. This day. This was the prescribed day for closure to happen.
In one sense, closure brings with it a deep sense of decompression, but it’s accompanied with a marked physical reaction. There is an exhaustion that pulls at my very bones, and I feel as though my body is giving in and collapsing, finally, under the compounded stresses of the past year. And I think it’s okay. I think it’s a release that I need to go through. A cleansing to wash these poisons out of me. Hopefully forever.
So I’m sipping my echinacea, vitamin C and zinc concoction, bundled up in my jammies and robe, and getting ready to curl up as tight as I can in the safe haven of my pristine new bed, and let what will be, be.
sunset
I am certain the sun will shine brightly, come the dawn, and I will have a deeper sense of peace to anchor me.
